Came out short when I typed it up (Ah how writing paper fools me so.).


o1. Serving The Detention


I was in nothing more than panties and my ugly green bra.

I was tied to the bed. Ankles were spread so far apart it went from post to post, as were my wrist. I lay there in a perfect X formation. This was uncomfortable. My wrist were sore from trying to struggle out of them. My arms ached from the strain of my unsuccessful yanks.

The yellow wallpaper appeared to be pealing show a dull blue color underneath. It smelled dank and musty too. A single light bulb swung above the center of the bed. It illuminated only a single spot at a time.

The corners, the bed, the chair. It went on like this for a while and eventually I closed my eyes.

"Is it too boring?"

My eyes shot open and I turned my head to towards the voice.

The light bulb however was too slow to identify and the sound of footsteps seemed to elude wherever the light spotted.

"I feel that way about this room, too. Far to dull." The voice was suddenly near my ear, and cold breath was on my cheek.

The bulb swung towards my head. His face was illuminated.

"Mr. Cullen."

A smile danced across his features as though etched in stone. A cold hand was suddenly at my thigh and he was no longer close to my face.

"Have you ever thought about it."

I was more nervous than frightened.

He was now on the bed.

"When you're sleeping I can do anything I want to you." he said.

He was above me.

He leaned closer, his lips were mere centimeters from mine.

"I'm going to kiss you."

His mouth was on mine, a soft kiss. He ran his tongue over my lips, I opened. His tongue ran the roof of my mouth causing a tingle to go through me. I hesitantly pressed my tongue against his. He eagerly responded making the kiss much rougher.

I wanted to grab the back of his head. I wanted to hold him against me. How could possibly convey this to him.

I moaned with want.

He trailed a hand up my stomach. His hand rested on my breath and he stopped kissing me. His gaze held my mine and he licked my neck and trailed his mouth down to my chest. His hand slipped under my bra.

I gasped.

He was touching it, my breast, my nipple. His kneaded it. I looked away embarrassed.

"Watch." he whispers quietly.

Something wet and soft was on instead. I look and Mr. Cullen is sucking on my breast while his hand begins to work my other breast.

I could describe the sensations building in me. I felt like I being wound up. My desire to touch him was again restrained my the binds. I arched instead, trying to express a fraction of what I feeling..

He bean to trail his lips down to the waistband of my panties.

He stopped.

"I want to taste you."

He looked deep into my eyes.

Pain.

He bit me.

"Exquisite."

He grinned.

His mouth was full of my blood.

Euphoric.


I woke up in a mess of sheets.

I sighed, Mr. Cullen biting me in my dreams was nothing new.


"No Mr. Cullen." I said.

I lost my textbook, I had an inkling suspicion that Jake had taken it this morning.

"I'm getting a little tired of you showing up to my class not prepared to work Ms. Swan. "

He was annoyed, but he wasn't extremely hostile about it. His tone told that much. There was far less bite in than usual and the day before he kept glancing at the clock, something he was doing when ever he wasn't writing or lecturing us.

"I'm sorry Mr. Cullen."

I made it a point to look ashamed.

I looked across the room, the blinds were drawn up, it was going to pour today.

I brought my focus back to Mr. Cullen.

Mr. Cullen shook his head and his chair squeaked as he learned to the left in it. He opened one of his draws, the sound was another squeak and a soft bang.

Pink sheets.

I sighed, he was giving me a detention.

A minute or so later he slapped a white sheet on my desk.

Relief flooded me.

"Well, Ms. Swan, I'm willing to over look your blatant disregard for respecting me, however I must ask you to attend this personal detention in exchange. Is that okay?" ,He drawled out.

"Yes, sir."

I sounded just a twinge annoyed, this was my first detention in long while, and this would definitely cause a few problems with Charlie.

"What the tone Ms. Swan."

A scowl appeared and disappeared, and he once again returned to his desk, and as always, he sat on it.

Mr. Cullen looked straight at me and then inclined he his head towards my neighbor.

"Ms. Webber, if you will share with your text-less neighbor."

Webber nodded and scooted over some to meet me in the aisle. She pulled a strand of her brown hair back behind her ear. A nervous habit that I recognized. She looked over at me, her shoulders posed slightly forward which made her seem even more awkward than me.

While, Annie Webber is probably one of the nicer people at Forks High, her height makes her a target. Her thin gangly arms had yet to fill out despite her attempts at swimming. She seemed to always mumble with a muffled tone whenever she spoke in a soft tone. She had few friends, much like myself, so she was for the most part very safe.

I smiled at her, attempting to disarm her a bit.

She offered a slight wrinkle of the eyes in return.

"Well, if the two of you are done making nice, I'd like one of you to explain some the similarities between the modernization of American literature and the Enlightenment."

He looked pointedly at me, and tilted his head to the side expectantly.

I flushed, an ugly shade of a red while my neighbor fidgeted.

I put my head in my hands.

I want to die.


When I was nine years old, I punched Jacob black so hard I broke his nose in three different places. He cried like a baby and swore to hate me for the rest of his life. Three weeks later he would not leave me alone. He took every opportunity he had to cling to me and follow me around. He was like a shadow sewn onto to the very bottom my foot.

He started to pick flowers for me. Give me the heads dolls he took from other girls, throw sand at me, and pull my already raggedy brown hair.

Charlie and Billy found it endearing, and even adorable. Charlie merely gushed when stomped into the house Jacob following quickly behind me. Billy, laughed at Jacobs antics and claimed I was a "little firecracker." How they found this amusing to this I'm unsure of.

Charlie told me to endure, and encouraged me to accept Jacobs gifts. (Which to this day I compare to a dog giving its master a dead bird.)

I on the other was just sick of it.

Eventually it came to a point where I threatened to beat him up, to which he snidely replied, "Well then just go ahead."

I did beat him up for the three days after that, but continued to stalk me so eventually I gave. And soon we were sewn to each other at the hip, inseparable.

So as I stare at Jacob Black I still see the little boy who would pull my hair and throw stuff at me, ah the memories of the youth.

Yes Jake is a good sort of fellow. The best kind actually.

"So…ah-Bells sorry about the book thing."

Jacob Black scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

I looked up at him, he was far too tall.

I used to be taller than him.

"You don't even have the same English class why did you need it?"

He grinned, wide and smug.

"I needed to look like I was doing something in class and I didn't have mine, so what's the harm."

I sighed, Jacob, ever silly, ever-lazy, and somewhat annoying.

"You got me a detention with Mr. Cullen. "

"Oh wow Bells I'm sorry. The leech give you all that trouble over one book? That's silly."

Jake seemed to think calling Mr. Cullen a leech was very insulting, mosts girl longed for him to take even a nibble on their lips.

Jake smiled down at me, he grabbed my hand, the warmth far too intense for my taste. His hand was so large I feared it would crush mine. I stood awkwardly while Jake looked pleasant.

People looked over at us, we were standing outside the cafeteria. One girl looked at me a giggled a bit before rushing through the double doors with friends.

I was embarrassed..

"Umm…lunch is kind of passing by Jacob." , I said.

"Oh…uh yeah." He bit his lip, and looked a little reluctant to let go.

He let go, and I was a little more than relieved when he did.

He opened the door for me, "Ladies first."

"Stop trying to chivalric, oh you be the one to tell Charlie why I'm coming home late."

He rolled his eyes, but still pretended to be gentlemanly

" Let him be angry at you…." I grumbled walking in.

He laughed.

The sound filled me with such warmth it was impossible to explain. That is Jacob, my best friend.


Lunch, nothing happened.

Oh! Jacob got the straw lodged in his nose, we had to go to the nurse to remove it.


The end of the day rolled around, I was stuck in a room with Mr. Cullen.

He sat behind his desk. He was reading the newspaper, not much happens hear at all so, what the point was I'm not to sure.

Mr. Cullen peeked from behind the paper occasionally to see what I was up to but for the most part had basically not done or said anything to me.

Don't get me wrong, Mr. Cullen is great for conversations.

"….So….Mr. Cullen."

I almost raised my hand.

"……..hmm?"

The newspaper rustled and he gazed intently into my eyes, his eyes were black today.

"…..Nothing."

About fifteen minutes into the detention Mr. Cullen did move from his desk.

"Bella, " his voice is beautiful.

His gaze is very intense, and he holds it to a point where I'm forced to look away.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen."

He walks over to the windowsill and picks a box off of it. He places it on top of the desk

"I need to sort out these papers," he opened it, it was filled to the brim, "..no worries, Ms. Swan I'll help."

So we began to sort through them.

Mr. Cullen was extremely methodical about them, he wished for them to be sorted by period, alphabetical, and the late pile was to be separate. He was quick about his own stack of papers while I could only sift through a little at a time. His hands moved mechanically, and his eyes seemed hooded as he ran through them.

I slowed down to watch him.

His perfect skin, was illuminated in the glow of the fluorescent lights of the classroom, while my skin looked as blotchy as it had always been. My arms were thin and scrawny, while his arms seemed longer as he reached set the piles on different desk. His eyelashes fluttered softly, his breathing is soft. He's beautiful, so beautiful.

I leaned a little closer to Mr. Cullen.

I inhaled quietly, he even smelt good. I know just how strange this must sound.

Suddenly the room was quiet, and I realized we both stopped sorting the papers. Was he going to reprimand me or something…

"Mr. Black seems to be fond of you."

I looked over at him. His eyes were dark and seemed to be looking into the depths of my soul. My face was heating up, the gaze was too intense.

"W-well we're friends."

He arched an eye brow, and smirked at little, I was unsure of what that meant.

"Mr. Black doesn't seem to think so."

He leaned a little over to me.

"Urm…well it isn't like its your business." I said sardonically.

He blinked, and looked a bit surprised.

He laughed, and it reminded me of musical composition, the likes of which only I was allowed to see. I've never heard him laugh and it made me feel a little special. It sent a tingle down my spine causing to shudder a little.

"Ah, so the little Swan has a back bone."

I pouted a bit, trying to look indignant.

My pout was received with another snicker from the tall man.

"Come now this is unbecoming of you."

I was suspicious, Mr. Cullen is anything but friendly, but here he was acting relatively normal with me. He grabbed his pile of papers and began sifting through them again. Strange far too strange.

I decided to be blunt and ask flat out.

"Why are you being so… so-... well nice?"

He stopped again.

He starred over at the window, the rain slapped it hard creating a rhythm that could not be followed and trails that intertwined and mixed until they were no more.

"It always rains here you know."

Yes it did always rain here in Forks, an observation made by all the resident who live here, however… He was changing the subject. He was avoiding my question. He got a dark look on his face.

I prodded further.

"Mr. Cullen you didn't-ummf!"

I blinked and suddenly he was on me.

My legs were dangling on the desk and his hips were pressed into mine.

He leaned close to my neck, and took a whiff.

A deep sniffing noise, filled the tense silence.

"You smell so good today. Oh…If I could taste you then…"

The words were lost as my mind went into a haze.

He placed his hands on mine, pinning me even further. He dragged my wrist up to him nose, his eyes closed and seemed to be in a euphoric state.

He smelled my hand, and frowned.

"Dog…" he murmured.

He suddenly pulled away as if he was on fire.

"I'm sure your father will be worried, why don't I just drive you home."

He placed the box in the corner of the room while laid there stupidly.

He was already poised at the door when I leaned up.

Mr. Cullen looked playful, positively amused even.

"Well are you ready Bella?"

What the hell just happened!


Okay, well next chapter will finally have some real molesting, not just any kind of molesting, CAR MOLESTNG! (hopefully be posted quicker as well, -_-U +its partially written so its all good.+)

Delaware forever: I'm writing it down from Eddy view. _ I'm going to post it after the next one, more so an interlude-ish type of thing. Edward's version of the prologue however will cover more of his history in Forks.

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